The best is yet to come, kids...

I'll be goin to Mumbai tomorrow. Normal, you say. Normal, I agree, but not when the journey is by train. I hate train journeys, though I'm not much experienced travelling that way. Nevertheless, I still hate it. I hate the endless waiting. I hate that constant rocking. I hate the occasional sirens of passing-by trains. I hate...well, I could go on and on, but let's just put it at tht for now. I hope you got my point. As if my revulsion isn't enough, this time, I'm being accompanied by my old and faithful companions, the common cold and cough. And my bag just lost one of its straps trying to hold on with the other. You see, I hung it that way...hehe. My side-kicks will be comin too. For those who don't know them, they're a 4-year-old Acoustic guitar and a 4-year-old Gameboy Advance SP. Sigh...I hope they made portable PS2s. No way, not PSP...That's the worst mistake Sony ever made. I can already see it...the other passengers shifting in their hopeless berths, trying to spark will-get-nowhere conversations. Hold on...